MadMania

There is a folk song called Donegal Danny about a man whose ship was caught in a storm and all of his fellow fishermen perished.

Here are part of the lyrics:

“And often at night when the sea is high
And the rain is tearing at my skin
I hear the cries of drowning men
Floating over on the wind.”

I’ve heard this song several times, but it was only yesterday that I realized that ‘the cries of drowning men’ should sound like:

‘Glub, glub, gluuuububbbb.’